True Immortal of the Netherworld

Qitian Peak, one pillar reaches the sky.

For the Kingdom of Wind, Qitian Peak is a huge door to protect the country, blocking out the wind demons from the Grand Canyon.

If viewed from a long distance, Qi Tianfeng looks like a giant sword thrust straight into the ground.

Patriarch Yitian, who was dressed in black robes, carried Ning Tian with his right hand as easily as he carried a chicken.

He rushed to the foot of Qitianfeng Mountain and looked up.

"Qi Tianfeng, big baby, I'm back."

Ancestor Yitian made a secret with his left hand, and a pair of huge black wings sprouted from his back.

The black wings spread out, and a ball of black wind enveloped him and flew upward.

The higher you go, the stronger the wind spirit becomes.

Wind whips struck one after another and landed on Patriarch Yitian's clothes, bursting into blue arcs and making a harsh squeaking sound.

However, Ancestor Yitian was as light as an eagle flying in the sky, and did not seem to be affected.

On Qitian Peak.

Ancestor Yi Tian grabbed Ning Tian, ​​looked at it in front of his eyes, and said with a disappointed look on his face:

"What? This kid didn't move? Could it be that I was careless and his heart was shattered by the wind demon on the way up the mountain, so he died like this?"

Snort, snore.

The sound of snoring came from Ning Tian's mouth.

Ancestor Yitian looked happy and thought:

"You brat, it turns out you fell asleep. You are the first person who can fall asleep so easily under the pressure of the wind demon. Incredibly, this boy's aura actually merged with the surrounding wind spirits, making my consciousness unable to It's easy to feel his vitality.

Think about it, three years ago, I kidnapped Ning Yu from the Ning Mansion to Qitian Peak in the same way. When we arrived here, Ning Yu's kid's internal organs were turned upside down. If I hadn't rescued him in time, he would have met the King of Hell.

In this comparison, Ning Tian's talent is indeed a hundred times stronger than Ning Yu's, and his physique with ten wind-attributed spiritual veins is more suitable for Qi Tianfeng. "

Ancestor Yitian threw Ning Tian directly to the ground.

"Ouch!" Ning Tian screamed in pain and woke up.

Ning Tian's eyes first looked around, then fell on the ancestor Yitian opposite, and his thoughts flew:

"Before I was kidnapped by this person at the gate of Ning Mansion, I relied on my talent of listening to the wind to hear the clan leader's grandfather saying "Farewell to the ancestors" from a distance. This person was probably the Yitian ancestor who lived in seclusion at Qitian Peak. The wind spirit here The concentration is at least a hundred times that of normal conditions, and it must be the top of Qitian Peak.

I remember that the patriarch of the clan specifically reminded him that this Patriarch Yitian is the younger brother of my Grandmaster of the Ning Mansion. He is a moody murderer and must not be provoked. The pain I feel now proves that I haven't died at the hands of this murderous ancestor.

I am still alive, and I must leave here alive. I want to return to Ning Mansion to continue learning sword-making skills. "

Ning Tian immediately understood his situation and saluted solemnly: "Ning Tian, ​​the 38th generation disciple of Ning Mansion, a famous sword-making family in the Kingdom of Wind, has met his ancestor."

"Little Ningtian, you are sensible. This ancestor likes you very much. Please lie down." Ancestor Yitian flicked his sleeves, and a burst of profound force lifted the kneeling Ningtian up.

Ning Tian stood there obediently, not daring to say anything for fear of saying the wrong thing and making the ancestor opposite him angry.

Ancestor Yitian circled around Ning Tian, ​​stretched out his aquiline nose to sniff something, and then said: "Yes, it is indeed a unique constitution with ten spiritual veins of wind attribute."

Ancestor Yitian grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth, then took out the package containing the Snow Spider Sword and said, "Ning Tian, ​​do you know what is in this package?"

"It's the Snow Spider Sword." Ning Tian immediately recognized what was in the package and frowned slightly, but he had no choice but to answer truthfully.

"Is this sword forged by Ning Yu, or by you?" Patriarch Yitian asked again.

"It was originally made by Ning Yu, but an accident happened halfway, so I got involved. It should be said that Ning Yu and I made it together. Besides, when Ning Yu made the sword that day, I was his sword-making assistant." Ning Tian Don't dare to hide anything.

"You should be telling the truth. Ning Yu has talent, but he will never be able to forge a spiritual sword of this level by himself, and your talent far exceeds his."

"It's a coincidence." What happened in the sword furnace that day flashed through Ning Tian's mind, which changed his destiny.

"Let's do this. I see that you are extremely talented. In the future, you will no longer need to forge swords. Just practice swordsmanship with me." Ancestor Yi Tian said with a smile.

"Learning swordsmanship from my ancestor?" Ning Tian hesitated, "This?"

"What? You don't want to?" Ancestor Yitian's face darkened, and a pair of eyes resting on his aquiline nose shot out amber light spots.

"No, no," Ning Tian waved his hands repeatedly, "It's just that I have been practicing sword-making since I was growing up. I have never practiced swordsmanship. I know nothing about swordsmanship. If I don't practice well under your teaching , Wouldn’t it damage your reputation as the best swordsman in the world?”

"You kid, your flattery skills are no worse than your sword-making skills. Although I am not the best swordsman in the world, I dare to say that I am the second swordsman in the world. And my goal is to surpass that guy who stands at the pinnacle of swordsmanship. , becoming the number one swordsman in the entire underworld. I tell you, any good swordsmith can definitely become a good swordsmith, but a good swordsmith may not necessarily become an excellent swordsmith."

"I would like to hear the teachings of our ancestors."

"Sword cultivators usually keep their sword close to their body, but what a good swordsman trains is not the use of the sword, but the heart of the sword. To put it bluntly, the heart of the sword is the fusion of man and sword. Only in this way can the power of swordsmanship be exerted. The swordsmith is the one who makes the sword. No one who works with spiritual swords understands the spirituality of the spiritual sword better than the swordsmith. Especially the spiritual sword made by the swordsmith himself makes it easier for the sword to become one. Therefore, a good swordsmith is born to be a good one. "The sword cultivator."

Speaking of excitement, Ancestor Yi Tian pointed his finger at Ning Tian opposite him.

"And you are an extremely talented swordsmith. What you lack is a guide in the art of swordsmanship."

Ning Tian listened carefully to Patriarch Yitian's words and thought to himself:

"The statement of Patriarch Yitian sounds reasonable at first, but it is completely different from the patriarch's daily teachings."

The words of the patriarch are still ringing in my ears:

"When a swordsmith practices sword-making, he actually practices the sword's heart. Every spiritual sword is the work of the sword-smith's heart. If you want to forge a good sword, you must put all your emotions into it, just like treating your own child. Same. As a swordsmith of the Ning family, it is forbidden to practice swordsmanship, because the swordsmanship itself is a killing technique. If a swordsmith is exposed to the killing technique, he will lose his character and have inner demons, so he will no longer make swords. A good sword."

Ning Tian saw Patriarch Yitian pointing at himself and said bravely:

"Ning Tian thanks you for your love, ancestor. But I am determined to be a swordsmith and will not practice swordsmanship."

"Hmph!" Ancestor Yitian snorted coldly, and a huge black eagle statue rose up behind him, the wind was blowing fiercely, "If you don't obey, I will kill you. Believe me, killing someone is easier than crushing an ant. "

Somehow, Ning Tian's stubbornness came back and he said loudly:

"It is my ideal to become the best swordsmith in the world. Even if you kill me now, I will not change it."

When Patriarch Yi Tian heard Ning Tian's words, not only was he not angry, but he burst into laughter.

Ning Tian had goosebumps all over his body, thinking: "Does this murderous ancestor laugh every time before killing someone?"

Ancestor Yi Tian restrained his spiritual pressure, walked to Ning Tian, ​​and said:

"You guys have the same temper as me. Both are guys who can give up their lives for their ideals. Let me see it this way. As long as you do me a favor, I will personally send you back to Ning Mansion after the task is completed. You can make your sword. Master, I will do my sword training.”

Ning Tian's tense nerves relaxed a little, and he said, "As long as I'm not asked to do murder, arson, or anything that is harmful to nature."

Patriarch Yitian smiled contemptuously and said: "Do you still need to kill people and set fire? Besides, there are few people in this world worth killing. As a true sword cultivator, I can only do it when I compete with other sword cultivators. Will kill people."

Ning Tian took a long breath and said repeatedly: "That's good, that's good."

Ancestor Yitian thought for a while and said: "You and I must be a little tired after coming all the way to Qitian Peak. You eat something first and then rest for the night. I will talk to you in detail tomorrow morning."

Ning Tian clasped his fists: "Thank you, ancestor, for your understanding."

On the huge Qitian Peak, there was only a small stone house, and the dignified Ancestor Yitian didn't even have a servant.

The food provided by Ancestor Yitian is also very simple, which is pine nuts produced at Qitian Peak.

Miraculously, after eating a few pine nuts, Ning Tian not only felt full, but also the fatigue from the journey disappeared.

"These are not ordinary pine nuts. Every pine nut is full of wind-attribute spiritual power and has a mellow taste. It is simply a wind-attribute elixir. Although this product is good, don't be greedy for too much." Ning Tian put away the remaining pine nuts.

At night.

Ancestor Yitian took out two ordinary hemp ropes and fixed both ends of the ropes on the hooks on the wall.

"It's getting late, we should rest."

After saying that, Patriarch Yitian's body floated up and lay on one of the ropes. His body swayed gently, as if he was sleeping on a cloud.

Ning Tian imitated Patriarch Yi Tian and lay down on the remaining rope. The ten spiritual veins of the wind attribute in his body are running on their own, and his body is as light as a feather.

Early the next morning, Ning Tian opened his eyes and found that Patriarch Yitian was no longer in the stone house.

"This huge Qitian Peak is just a small stone house. Besides, with my current cultivation level, I can't face the wind demon blocking the mountain road alone. This is simply a natural wind prison. It seems that I can't steal it. Lost."

Ning Tian walked out of the small stone house and saw Patriarch Yitian doing morning exercises in the open space opposite.

Ancestor Yitian's hands seemed to be holding an invisible large watermelon, and he was slowly moving it back and forth in mid-air, his footsteps drawing a circle on the ground.

Ning Tian didn't dare to disturb him, but he saw the clues:

"Judging from the flow of the wind I sensed, Ancestor Yitian's aura blended into the surrounding wind. His seemingly slow movements have already attracted the wind spirits within a hundred miles radius."

Ning Tian became more and more fascinated as he watched, and the ten wind-attribute spiritual veins in his body were running at full speed.

He saw an extremely huge Yitian Ancestor outlined by the wind in the void, playing with the world.

"Ancestor Yi Tian is really too powerful. The wind spirit machine makes people the wind, and the wind is the people. They are one and the same."

Ancestor Yi Tian completed another big circle with his footsteps before stopping his movements.

"Ning Tian, ​​what do you think of my Wind Whispering Technique? Practice it every day to keep fit."

"The heart is the boat, the feet are the oars, the waist is the warehouse, the hands are the rudder, the wind is the sail, and you can swim in the windy sea." Ning Tian blurted out.

"Your answer is correct. You are worthy of being a talent that my ancestor values. From now on, you will practice the Wind Whispering Skill with me every day." The ancestor's words were spoken without refutation.

Every morning and evening after that, Ning Tian would practice the Wind Whispering Skill with Patriarch Yitian.

One morning three months later.

Ancestor Yi Tian called Ning Tian to come forward.

"Ning Tian, ​​your Wind Whispering Skill has just begun, and it's time to help me complete something. Because my Yang Life is about to run out, and I don't have time to wait any longer." After finishing speaking, Patriarch Yi Tian showed a pair of sly eyes. Looking at the sky, it seems to be seeing something, but it also seems to be empty.

Ning Tian saw the morning sun riding on the wind, turning into tiny beads of light dancing on the face of Patriarch Yi Tian. It was a face full of wrinkles and spots, but his eyes were full of ideals. Hope.

Ning Tian seemed to see himself many years later, never stopping on his journey to be a swordsmith.

An impulse arose in his heart to help the old man in front of him, and he said: "Ancestor, tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Ancestor Yitian nodded and said:

"A long time ago, a great sword cultivator in the underworld slashed a sword and opened the way to the Hell of Wind, which is now the Grand Canyon opposite Qitian Peak. Legend has it that the spiritual sword used by this great sword cultivator was It is sealed in Qitian Peak and is called "Ghost Wind".

I have pursued the art of swordsmanship all my life, but time has not spared me, and I have come to the eve of running out of energy. The number one sword cultivator in the underworld now is Fengsong Hades, the master of Fengsong Palace, one of the ten palaces in the underworld. I challenged him twice and was defeated by him both times. The last time was a hundred years ago. When it comes to swordsmanship, I think he is no worse than Feng Song Pluto. But in the two sword fights with Feng Song Pluto, the spiritual sword in my hand was broken. "

Having said this, Ancestor Yitian slapped his thigh, looking unconvinced.

"It's not the sword in my hand."

Ning Tian was very smart and immediately understood what Patriarch Yi Tian meant.

"Ancestor, do you want me to help you take out the spiritual sword "Ghost Wind" sealed in Qitian Peak? Then, take this sword and challenge Feng Song Pluto."

Ancestor Yi Tian looked at Ning Tian, ​​with a smile on his lips and said, "Yes, that's what I thought."

Ning Tian vowed: "I am willing to do my best to help the ancestor retrieve the "Ghost Wind" sword."

Ancestor Yitian said: "What you have to do is to use the Wind Whispering Skill I taught you, and add it to the "Snow Spider Sword" to create a sword energy without murderous intent and break the seal. I am waiting for the opportunity, When the spiritual sword "Ghost Wind" appears, I will try my best to conquer it. This method is something I have been thinking about for a long time, and I should be 90% sure about it, because I am too heavy-handed in killing, and I can't do it without murderous intent at the same time. The murderous energy and the sword energy released will be swallowed by the seal. Not only can it not lift the seal, but it will strengthen the seal. This is the result I got after trying it several times. "

On Qitian Peak, in front of a cliff.

Patriarch Yitian pointed at the smooth cliff opposite and said:

"After hundreds of years of continuous exploration, I am sure that there is a different space behind this cliff. There are extremely powerful wind spirits moving in the different space, which must be the hiding place of the "Ghost Wind" sword."

Ning Tian looked in the direction of Patriarch Yitian's finger, searching the smooth cliff with his eyes, and based on the traces of wind flow, he outlined lines of runes that were originally hidden.

"There is indeed a formation used for sealing hidden within this cliff. It's just that the formation

"Ning Tian, ​​next I need you to use your sword to break the seal. Remember, you can't have any murderous intent." Ancestor Yitian said with a serious face.

Ning Tian nodded and said, "Ning Tian remembers it."

Next, Ning Tian opened the linen wrapping the sword box and placed the mahogany sword box firmly in front of him, but did not take out the "Snow Spider Sword" immediately.

He crossed his legs and closed his eyes, and the ten wind-attribute spiritual veins in his body were quietly running.

Patriarch Yi Tian quietly observed Ning Tian's movements from the side.

Miraculously, Ning Tian's body gradually turned translucent under the gaze of Ancestor Yi Tian, ​​until it completely disappeared.

"Although the foundation of Ning Tian's Wind Whisper Technique is far inferior to mine, his understanding is one point higher than mine. Now his body has transformed into Wind Whisper. If he used this technique to secretly escape from Qitian Peak, I would not be able to detect it easily. . It seems that he is really going to help me this time." Patriarch Yitian's original wariness was completely gone at this moment.

Ancestor Yitian held out a fist-sized "Wind Whirlpool" seal with one hand and gently threw it towards the opposite side.

The whirlwind seal fell around the place where Ning Tian sat cross-legged, forming a body-protecting wind formation.

"Just in case, I can't let any accident disturb Ning Tian."

Ancestor Yi Tian's eyes flashed with amber light, and he used the Wind Eye Technique to redraw the lines of Ning Tian's body on the empty ground.

Ning Tian opened his eyes, stretched out his hands, and took out the Snow Spider Sword from the sword case.

As soon as the Snow Spider Sword came out of the box, an unparalleled cold air overflowed, and ice crystals instantly formed on the surrounding ground.

There was a roar of a beast, and a white spider with ten heads loomed.

Ancestor Yitian saw clearly from the side: "This Snow Spider Sword is full of extremely cold air, and the weapon spirit in it is a ferocious beast with a hundred thousand murderous auras. If you want to use this sword to cut out a sword aura without murderous aura, , is difficult to do.”

Ning Tian still sat cross-legged. He spread out his ten fingers and flicked them on the surface of the Snow Spider Sword.

When the finger fell, a sound similar to the Yao Qin came out.

Its sound is like fine water in the mountains, and the tinkling sound enters the heart.

Ancestor Yitian is listening, the surrounding wind is listening, the Snow Spider Sword is listening, and the entire Qitian Peak is listening.

On the hillside of Qitian Peak, there seems to be a stream flowing in the originally bare place, and where the "stream" passes, there is green.

"Young man Ning Tian is indeed gifted with transcendence. He uses the wind to enter his mind, and what he thinks in his mind turns into a harp. The sound of the harp is the spring rain, nourishing the earth, and everything becomes peaceful." Patriarch Yitian secretly praised in his heart.

Sure enough, the cold energy of the Snow Spider Sword subsided, and the phantom of the ferocious beast that appeared on it also sank obediently into the sword body.

Ning Tian stood up, carrying the Snow Spider Sword, and came to the cliff.

"That's where the secret to breaking the seal lies." Ning Tian's eyes were fixed on a point on the cliff.

Ning Tian silently recited the Wind Whispering Technique in his heart: "The heart is the boat, the feet are the oars, the waist is the warehouse, the hands are the rudder, the wind is the sail, and you can swim in the windy sea."

The wind spirits within a hundred miles radius were quietly attracted.

In the void, a huge figure outlined with a wind spirit appeared. The figure was a hundred feet tall, and his facial features were exactly the same as Ning Tian's.

Hands on! The sword falls!

A sword blows! But there is no murderous intention at all!

The sword energy fell on the seal like a dexterous key.

The seal began to rotate, and a clicking sound was heard.

Ancestor Yi Tian's eyes lit up and he secretly praised: "Ning Tian, ​​you did a great job! The seal has been opened!"

A colorful formation of seals clearly appeared on the originally smooth cliff.

The seal first turns three times to the left, then four times to the right, and finally five times to the left.

boom!

A loud bang!

The cliff collapses!

Reveal a black hole!

From the black hole, black ghost energy surged out, like a black river, quickly flooding the world.

The entire Qitian Peak became dim.

"Ghost Wind Sword, I've been waiting for you for five hundred years." Ancestor Yitian shouted, stood up, and rushed straight to the black hole.

"Ancestor, be careful." Ning Tian suddenly noticed something strange and warned loudly.

boom!

Ancestor Yitian, who had just rushed into the black hole, was lifted out by the strange force.

Immediately afterwards, a huge creature emerged from the black hole.

"What is that?" Ning Tian was dumbfounded.

A huge black ghost eagle with six wings on its back, and ten star points flashing on its forehead.

Ancestor Yi Tian saw the giant beast that suddenly appeared in front of him, his face was extremely ugly, and he cursed:

"His sword belongs to me. What kind of spiritual sword is this? It's clearly a ten-star beast, the legendary Demon King of Stroke Hell, the six-winged ghost eagle."

Ancestor Yitian wanted to rush forward, but his body trembled, and half of the energy he had gathered was lost.

Then he looked down.

There was a black feather stuck in the pit of his heart, and the sharp end of the feather was half an inch into his heart.

"I was careless when I rushed in, and my heart was punched by this guy's flying feathers."

Ancestor Yitian's eyes flashed with stubbornness: "This little injury can't do anything to me. You Ghost Eagle, did you steal the "Ghost Wind" sword that I was looking for? Give it back to me!" "

As he spoke, he flipped his wrist and held out a huge sword box in his hand.

The sword box unfolded like a peacock, revealing ten spiritual swords.

"Sword Formation - Ten Winds Dragon Slash!"

The ten spiritual swords were connected end to end and slashed towards the opposite side.

The sword heart takes shape, the sword energy transforms into a dragon, and the dragon roars to shock the sky.

The six-winged ghost eagle refused to dodge, with ten star points flashing on its forehead, and the power of the interface within a hundred miles radius was immediately mobilized by it.

The six-winged ghost eagle spits out human words:

"You're a bad old man. You've been coveting the "Ghost Wind" sword for five hundred years. Now that you broke the seal, you found that it was me who was sealed inside, and it wasn't the "Ghost Wind" sword at all. You're a little angry, aren't you? You don't know, right? "Ghost Wind" The "Wind" sword has long been damaged. My majestic "Wind Prison Demon King" has been sealed here for a hundred thousand years, and now I finally see the light of day again."

While speaking, the giant beast raised a claw.

A seemingly ordinary blow actually withstood Patriarch Yitian's flying dragon sword formation.

The beast exerted another force, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the ten flying swords shattered one after another.

The sword array was broken at once, and Patriarch Yitian was immediately counterattacked by the heart of the sword, spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

"His sword belongs to me. This tortoise is the highest-grade ten-star world beast. It is blessed by the power of the interface. It destroyed my sword with one move. My heart veins were damaged, and the old sword left by Feng Song Pluto The injury recurred, and I could only use 30% of my strength. Having said that, even at my peak, I might not be able to recover completely. This is bad."

Ancestor Yi Tian shouted: "Ning Tian, ​​run away for your life, I will deal with this beast."

Before he could finish his words, another claw of the ghost eagle came down.

boom!

The black robe outside Patriarch Yitian's body shattered into pieces, and his whole body hit the ground like a cannonball thrown from the barrel, creating a large crater and leaving a bloody mess.

Ning Tian could see clearly that Ancestor Yitian was completely suppressed by the six-winged ghost eagle and was in danger of losing his life at any time. He shouted: "Ancestor, let me help you."

Ning Tian was excited but didn't know how to act.

As a swordsmith, he has always been making swords, but he has never killed a person with a sword, let alone a huge ghost eagle in front of him.

Ning Tian tremblingly raised the Snow Spider Sword in his hand and said: "Snow Spider Sword, today it all depends on you."

Ning Tian tapped his toes on the ground and rode the wind with his body. With enough strength, he raised the Snow Spider Sword in his hand and slashed it down with anger.

The Snow Spider Sword immediately sensed the anger coming from its master.

Howl——

A sword cry!

The blessing of the Snow Spider King with ten heads!

Breath out ten sword energy and twist it into one.

"Swordsmanship - Snow Spider Wind Slash!"

A sword is icy cold, and the wind and snow are blowing.

The six-winged ghost eagle high in the sky didn't care and said contemptuously:

"I just took care of the old one, and here comes the younger one. Snow Spider, a nine-star realm beast, the weapon spirit who is willing to do this sword has really lost the dignity of a realm beast."

"Wind Escape—Six-Winged Wind Demon!"

The six wings of the ghost eagle flap together, and the ghost wind shakes the sky.

boom!

The Snow Spider Sword shattered in response, and Ning Tian fell to the ground.

"Hehe, the little guy who overestimates his own abilities is just showing off. In terms of cultivation and swordsmanship, the impact is less than one-tenth of what the old man did just now. From now on, this Qi Tianfeng will belong to this Demon King. No, in this world They all belong to this devil.”

Just when Ghost Eagle was proud.

Ning Tian, ​​who fell to the ground, actually got up, but his eyes were completely different from before.

With his eyes of wind, Ghost Eagle saw the shadow of a young man in green on Ning Tian.

The ferocious beast blinked: "What's going on? Is there a different person?"

Xu Yang's consciousness has always been in Ning Tian's body.

At this moment, he used the rules of the Wheel of Fortune to exercise his right to change the fate of his host for the second time.